He lives his life in shots. A burst of flash and a moment stolen from time. Kept forever trapped into a film. One shot. One look. Was all it took for him to fall. Though he had stolen that moment of her life, now that she has ended up as his lifelon...
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Shivaay
It's finally the D-Day the grand wedding of Shivaay Singh Oberoi. Ever since the news is announced the paparazzis are crowded around the house or my office.
It's been hell lot of hectic days. The trinity has not let me work properly since last whole months, just because "Teri shaadi ki shopping hai bhai, toh teri zarrorat hogi hi na (It's your wedding shopping hence you are required to me present)" those are Biji's words. Damn man why Indian weddings last a whole week?
"Ab vadhu ko bulaiye(Please call the bride)" The Pandit Ji called for the bride.
As those words left his mouth the big smile on the Trinity's faces had, watching me as the groom, fell. Their faces were immediately snapped into stern looking ones. I looked at Papa and Bade Papa they just smiled at me a fake one. OmRu and Ishana just sighed at the elders reactions but the only of happy big smiling one was Daadaji.
He asked me to smile as well and look at my bride.
She looked ethereal in the bright red lehenga, Golden jewelleries. The red Chooda bangles with dangling Kalire adorning her hands. The only problem is that her face is covered completely with the dupatta.
As she came close enough to the mandap, I extended a hand to help her climb up in that heavy outfit.
Ouch those nails!! Why did she hold my hand to tight?
I can see the nail marks on my hand as we sat. What did I do?
I tried looking at her eyes, the one I love the most but the dupatta didn't let me.
"Apna haath aage kijiye." The pandit ji placed few flower petals as we did so and continued the rituals.
Ishana
The wedding's done and we are moving to Oberoi Mansion. The ride to home is utterly silent with occasional sniffling of Bhabhi. It's scary to be this silence. I looked at Rudy Bhaiyaa, he nodded and tried to lighten the mood.
"Itna sannata kyun hai bhai? Finally Shivaay Bhaiyaa is hooked, khushi ka mauka hai. Let's play some music."
"No Rudy. Not now everyone's tired I don't want any noise." Omkara turned off the music player. "Also we are almost there."
"How boring of you!" Rudy Bhaiyaa sulked and crossed his arms like a kid.
"Ahh!! Ishana Bhabhi, ab toh app jethani ho gai na. But please don't go around ordering her warna~~~"
"Duffer Ishana will be her Devrani she'll be the Jethani" Omkara explained.
"How? Ishana Bhabhi became the Bahu of our house first, right?" Rudy Bhaiyaa scratched his head.
"Is he really our brother, Shivaay? Please tell me he's adopted or something."
"How mean! Bhaiyaa look at this lambe baalon wala prani. I swear I am gonna chop your hairs off." Rudy bhaiya warned not before his dramatic 'Haw!!'
